If you call won't answer
Thats just my manner
But anyway
Made many plays
Do it any day
Lift any weight
Take any pain
Any name
Plenty sane
I'm insane
M4$A
What's that spell backwards?
See y'all bumpin heads back and forth
I don't need support
I could never f*ck with a whore
So I just ignore
I shoot then I score
Don't give a f*ck anymore
Never did
Get rid
Pop a lid
Good ridd-
Good riddance
I need distance
Witness me with this
I'm with it
And I got a 9
So I'll be fine
Cause I can take a stab to the spine
Depression the design, bitchboy
47 that's a f*ckin' Ak
That boy talkin shit, but when he speak
Every single time it's what a whore would say
Criticizin' what I make
Up the stake
F*ckboy
Mane you don't want this shit
Pussy
Sittin' on the floor
Ignorin' da door
Finga on my trigga
Who want more?
Ohh,
Tip the bottle upside down
Then throw it at a crowd
I'll give it three days
Till they screamin' my name
Wonder why they call me Atomic
Burn many bridges, smoke da chronic
Makin' da chronic
And they know they watchin'
Want me in a coffin
You won't see me again
Don't know when
I'm a marksman
Last night I was campin' in Boliver
Heat like a thermometer
And it was on my side
It was funny when that bitch cried
It was funny when I let out a slight sigh
High five
It's ironic how you hate me
And you still won't keep my name out ya mouth
I'm a slaughterhouse
Got a f*ckin' ounce
Cause I'm smokin' all you motherf*ckers out
Ouch
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If you call won't answer
Thats just my manner
But anyway
Made many plays
Do it any day
Lift any weight
Take any pain
Any name
Plenty sane
I'm insane
M4$A
What's that spell backwards?
See y'all bumpin heads back and forth
I don't need support
I could never f*ck with a whore
So I just ignore
I shoot then I score
Don't give a f*ck anymore
Never did
Get rid
Pop a lid
Good ridd-
Good riddance
I need distance
Witness me with this
I'm with it
And I got a 9
So I'll be fine
Cause I can take a stab to the spine
Depression the design, bitchboy
47 that's a f*ckin' Ak
That boy talkin shit, but when he speak
Every single time it's what a whore would say
Criticizin' what I make
Up the stake
F*ckboy
Mane you don't want this shit
Pussy
Sittin' on the floor
Ignorin' da door
Finga on my trigga
Who want more?
Ohh,
Tip the bottle upside down
Then throw it at a crowd
I'll give it three days
Till they screamin' my name
Wonder why they call me Atomic
Burn many bridges, smoke da chronic
Makin' da chronic
And they know they watchin'
Want me in a coffin
You won't see me again
Don't know when
I'm a marksman
Last night I was campin' in Boliver
Heat like a thermometer
And it was on my side
It was funny when that bitch cried
It was funny when I let out a slight sigh
High five
It's ironic how you hate me
And you still won't keep my name out ya mouth
I'm a slaughterhouse
Got a f*ckin' ounce
Cause I'm smokin' all you motherf*ckers out
Ouch
Thats just my manner
But anyway
Made many plays
Do it any day
Lift any weight
Take any pain
Any name
Plenty sane
I'm insane
M4$A
What's that spell backwards?
See y'all bumpin heads back and forth
I don't need support
I could never f*ck with a whore
So I just ignore
I shoot then I score
Don't give a f*ck anymore
Never did
Get rid
Pop a lid
Good ridd-
Good riddance
I need distance
Witness me with this
I'm with it
And I got a 9
So I'll be fine
Cause I can take a stab to the spine
Depression the design, bitchboy
47 that's a f*ckin' Ak
That boy talkin shit, but when he speak
Every single time it's what a whore would say
Criticizin' what I make
Up the stake
F*ckboy
Mane you don't want this shit
Pussy
Sittin' on the floor
Ignorin' da door
Finga on my trigga
Who want more?
Ohh,
Tip the bottle upside down
Then throw it at a crowd
I'll give it three days
Till they screamin' my name
Wonder why they call me Atomic
Burn many bridges, smoke da chronic
Makin' da chronic
And they know they watchin'
Want me in a coffin
You won't see me again
Don't know when
I'm a marksman
Last night I was campin' in Boliver
Heat like a thermometer
And it was on my side
It was funny when that bitch cried
It was funny when I let out a slight sigh
High five
It's ironic how you hate me
And you still won't keep my name out ya mouth
I'm a slaughterhouse
Got a f*ckin' ounce
Cause I'm smokin' all you motherf*ckers out
Ouch
Writer: Matthew Hicks
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